Layla's eyes flew open and she let out a hoarse cry, trying to arch away from the pain. More tears spilled from her eyes as she gasped in pain, her arms twitching as more agony shot up her arms. Father was giggling in delight as he watched Konrad break the rest of her fingers, reaching out and griding the heel of his palm against one of her damaged hands, causing the girl to let out a small scream that broke halfway through. "Heh heh, we can't have you falling asleep on us; there is so much more fun to be had." He cooed, grinding down harder. The angel was sobbing in earnest now, her whole body trembling and spasming as pain radiated from her hands and up her arms.